Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.